Romanticism
Romanticism
Adam and Eva Painting
The Barque of Dante 1822 Painting
The Massacre at Chios (1) 1824
The First Book of Urizen- Man floating upside down, 1794
Satan Arousing the Rebel Angels, 1808
Jerusalem The Emanation of the Giant Albion- plate 76 Albion before Christ crucified on the Tree of Knowledge and Good and Evil, 1804-20
Jerusalem The Emanation of the Giant Albion- plate 99 'All Human Forms'
Good and Evil Angels Struggling for the Possession of a Child, c.1793-94
Glad Day or The Dance of Albion, c.1794
Death of the strong wicked man (The strong wicked man dying)
America a Prophecy, 'Thus wept the Angel voice', the emergence of Orc
Triumph of Bacchus Painting
The Ammonite and Moabite Armies Are Destroyed
The Inferno, Canto 18, lines 130-132: Thais is this, the harlot, whose false lip Answer’d her doting paramour that ask’d, ‘Thankest me much!’
The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 30,31: Now mark how I do rip me: lo! How is Mahomet mangled.
The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 116-119: By the hair It bore the sever’d member, lantern-wise Pendent in hand, which look’d at us and said, “Woe’s me!”
The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 8-9: "Curs’d wolf! thy fury inward on thyself Prey, and consume thee!”
The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 118-119: “Now seest thou, son! The souls of those, whom anger overcame.”
"Ser Brunetto! And are ye here?" (Canto XV., lines 28-29)
Ah! how they made them bound at the first stripe! (Canto XVIII., line 38)
The Inferno, Canto 13, line 120: “Haste now,” the foremost cried, “now haste thee death!”
The Inferno, Canto 25, lines 59-61: The other two Look’d on exclaiming: “Ah, how dost thou change, Agnello!”
The Inferno, Canto 18, line 38: Ah! how they made them bound at the first stripe!
Call thou to mind Piero of Medicina, (Canto XXVIII., lines 69-70)
The Inferno, Canto 29, lines 52-56: Then my sight Was livelier to explore the depth, wherein The minister of the most mighty Lord, All-searching Justice, dooms to punishment The forgers noted on her dread record.
The Inferno, Canto 18, lines 116-117: “Why greedily thus bendest more on me, Than on these other filthy ones, thy ken?”
The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 65-67: “Not all the gold, that is beneath the moon, Or ever hath been, of these toil-worn souls Might purchase rest for one.”
The Inferno, Canto 14, line 37-39: Unceasing was the play of wretched hands, Now this, now that way glancing, to shake off The heat, still falling fresh.
The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 69-72: call thou to mind Piero of Medicina, if again Returning, thou behold’st the pleasant land That from Vercelli slopes to Mercabo
The Inferno, Canto 29, lines 79-81: The crust Came drawn from underneath in flakes, like scales Scrap’d from the bream or fish of broader mail.
The Inferno, Canto 21, lines 50-51: This said, They grappled him with more than hundred hooks
